Blindfolds. Handcuffs. Submission.
There's so much Jonah Kendrick hasn't tried, and so much he wants to explore. But just before Christmas he finds a ring box in his boyfriend's desk. Jonah panics. He loves Evan and their sex is hot, but how can Jonah be ready for forever, when there are so many items on his Naughty Bucket List? Desires that might drive Evan away.
Evan's noticed Jonah has been distant. His usually talkative and cheerful boyfriend is preoccupied. The seemingly straitlaced Evan stumbles across Jonah's wish list of sexual kinks, and Evan realizes he may not have to hide his true nature from Jonah after all. The Dom in him wants to see Jonah on his knees, begging, submitting, but Evan isn't sure Jonah's ready to accept what being Evan's sub would mean.
The two lovers must figure out how to share their hidden desires with each other before their secrets permanently damage their love.
Tape. Where was the goddamned tape?
Jonah dug through a couple of drawers in the kitchen. He could have texted Evan, but beside the lie Jonah had told about already having wrapped the stupid action figure for Evan's cousin, he knew what Evan's answer would be. Same place it always is, babe.
It wouldn't be such a crisis if Jonah wasn't already late. Hadn't promised he'd be ready to go at six? But he'd gotten home late, then he couldn't find where he'd stuffed the present. Then he'd had to find wrapping paper. Hell, he hadn't even packed yet.
Jonah's gaze lit on Evan's desk, a desk with paper and pens and neatly organized bills, since Evan insisted on quaintly paying stuff like the mortgage and his car with paper checks instead of online. Lately, Jonah had been wondering if someone had taken the sexy, fun guy he'd fallen for and replaced him with a staid sixty-year-old.
Digging through the top drawer, Jonah found a computer printout receipt. That wasn't like Evan, to get something online that he'd need to hang onto a receipt for, especially not something that looked like it had a bar code on it, like an advance movie ticket. As Jonah got a better look at it he realized it was for a train ticket. Two train tickets. To New York, on December 30. Under that was the printout of a hotel reservation, the Marriott in Times Square. For the thirtieth through the first--New Year's Day which meant--
Evan was taking Jonah to New York for New Year's Eve.
Every bit of irritation vanished on a giant wave of excitement. Evan had been hinting about a big surprise for Jonah's birthday. But this--this was something he'd been dreaming about most of his life. Ever since he made the paper as the first local New Year's Baby, he'd been telling everyone that the big party was for him. Growing up less than three hours from New York put the biggest New Year's party in the world tantalizingly close, but somehow Jonah had never made it.
How could Evan have managed to get a reservation? Jonah had heard the rooms were wildly expensive and booked years in advance.
Shit, he hoped he wouldn't blow the surprise. It wasn't like he'd been snooping. Once, his mom had taken back the Transformers set that was all he'd wanted for Christmas because Jonah had "accidentally" found it in the closet. This really had been a mistake. Yeah, that excuse hadn't worked with his mom. Evan wouldn't be a jerk like that, but Jonah hated the idea of ruining this for him. Evan got such a kick out of the whole present-giving thing, had given him something small every month for the first year they were together.
Jonah folded the papers the way he'd found them and was about to slide them back into the drawer when he saw the box. A jewelry box. Heartbeat loud in his ears, because this really was snooping now, he drew the box out. Why would Evan have a jewelry box hidden in his desk?
Maybe it was something for Evan's mom, but then why wasn't it wrapped and ready to go? Jonah had never been particularly interested in jewelry. He had both his ears pierced, but wore only small squares of cubic zirconia now that he had a wear-a-tie job, and a leather and silver cuff he sometimes wore when they were going someplace dressy.
Maybe Evan had decided to give him an upgrade to the real thing. The idea gave Jonah an unexpected rush of warmth in his stomach. A big trip, diamond earrings--Evan wasn't scraping by, but he wasn't rolling in cash either. His ad work paid a lot more than Jonah's IT job with the school district though.
Jonah dug through a couple of drawers in the kitchen. He could have texted Evan, but beside the lie Jonah had told about already having wrapped the stupid action figure for Evan's cousin, he knew what Evan's answer would be. Same place it always is, babe.
It wouldn't be such a crisis if Jonah wasn't already late. Hadn't promised he'd be ready to go at six? But he'd gotten home late, then he couldn't find where he'd stuffed the present. Then he'd had to find wrapping paper. Hell, he hadn't even packed yet.
Jonah's gaze lit on Evan's desk, a desk with paper and pens and neatly organized bills, since Evan insisted on quaintly paying stuff like the mortgage and his car with paper checks instead of online. Lately, Jonah had been wondering if someone had taken the sexy, fun guy he'd fallen for and replaced him with a staid sixty-year-old.
Digging through the top drawer, Jonah found a computer printout receipt. That wasn't like Evan, to get something online that he'd need to hang onto a receipt for, especially not something that looked like it had a bar code on it, like an advance movie ticket. As Jonah got a better look at it he realized it was for a train ticket. Two train tickets. To New York, on December 30. Under that was the printout of a hotel reservation, the Marriott in Times Square. For the thirtieth through the first--New Year's Day which meant--
Evan was taking Jonah to New York for New Year's Eve.
Every bit of irritation vanished on a giant wave of excitement. Evan had been hinting about a big surprise for Jonah's birthday. But this--this was something he'd been dreaming about most of his life. Ever since he made the paper as the first local New Year's Baby, he'd been telling everyone that the big party was for him. Growing up less than three hours from New York put the biggest New Year's party in the world tantalizingly close, but somehow Jonah had never made it.
How could Evan have managed to get a reservation? Jonah had heard the rooms were wildly expensive and booked years in advance.
Shit, he hoped he wouldn't blow the surprise. It wasn't like he'd been snooping. Once, his mom had taken back the Transformers set that was all he'd wanted for Christmas because Jonah had "accidentally" found it in the closet. This really had been a mistake. Yeah, that excuse hadn't worked with his mom. Evan wouldn't be a jerk like that, but Jonah hated the idea of ruining this for him. Evan got such a kick out of the whole present-giving thing, had given him something small every month for the first year they were together.
Jonah folded the papers the way he'd found them and was about to slide them back into the drawer when he saw the box. A jewelry box. Heartbeat loud in his ears, because this really was snooping now, he drew the box out. Why would Evan have a jewelry box hidden in his desk?
Maybe it was something for Evan's mom, but then why wasn't it wrapped and ready to go? Jonah had never been particularly interested in jewelry. He had both his ears pierced, but wore only small squares of cubic zirconia now that he had a wear-a-tie job, and a leather and silver cuff he sometimes wore when they were going someplace dressy.
Maybe Evan had decided to give him an upgrade to the real thing. The idea gave Jonah an unexpected rush of warmth in his stomach. A big trip, diamond earrings--Evan wasn't scraping by, but he wasn't rolling in cash either. His ad work paid a lot more than Jonah's IT job with the school district though.
K.A. Mitchell discovered the magic of writing at an early age when she learned that a carefully crayoned note of apology sent to the kitchen in a toy truck would earn her a reprieve from banishment to her room. Her career as a spin-control artist was cut short when her family moved to a two-story house, and her trucks would not roll safely down the stairs. Around the same time, she decided that Chip and Ken made a much cuter couple than Ken and Barbie and was perplexed when invitations to play Barbie dropped off. She never stopped making stuff up, though, and was surprised to find out that people would pay her to do it. Although the men in her stories usually carry more emotional baggage than even LAX can lose in a year, she guarantees they always find their sexy way to a happy ending.
EMAIL: KA@KAMitchell.com
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